Intro: A G-A (x2)
D Dsus
She came through the front door lookin'
D A
Fast as a big train' bookin' down the line
G A
She was lookin' fine
D Dsus
Long and lean and dressed to kill
D
Stacked up high with perfect wheels
A
And there ain't no chance
G A
That girl would ever dance with me
E Esus E
She got all those city boys out pushin and shovin
E Esus E
A country boy like me don't ever get no uptown lovin'
A
(She's) sweet
G
She's got em meltin' in her hand
A
Whoever gets a taste of that cup of sugar
G
Sure is a lucky man
A G
She's sweet, she's babe-alicious
A
I can't reach that Georgia peach
G A
She sure looks delicious
D Dsus
I had nothin' else to do
D
So I threw down two more shots of booze
A G A
And it made me strong, I strapped my courage on
D Dsus D
I said would you like to drink by chance
A
No what I mean is would you like to dance with me
G A
Please, in my best southernese
E Esus E
Got hot out on the dance floor when she whispered in my ear
E Esus E
I think I found me a country-boy let's get outta here
A
(I said) sweet
G
I'm meltin' in her hand
A
I feel like a spoon in a cup of blonde sugar
G
You're all lookin' at a lucky man
A G
I said sweet, she's babe-alicious
A
That Georgia peach is now in my reach
G A
And don't she look delicious
Instrumental: E D A (x2)
REPEAT CHORUS 2
Chords:
A = x02220
D = xx0232
Dsus= xx0233
E = 022100
Esus= 022200
G = 320003